Thursday, 18 November 2010

How time slips away. I am now into my third week in the promotion of my book. My publicists have been concentrating on magazines last week and have had a good response. They have asked for copies of the book and photographs. This week they are concentrating on radio stations and television.Socially it’s been a desert with only two evenings of frivolity. One at a bar called Madison’s. I call it the flaming torches bar as the flames never seem to extinguish. They have music every night and they also have a restaurant. It was a Sunday and the band was rather on the ancient side playing Jazz. However, they were great musicians. Mike who I am staying with, had a female friend along and we danced.Later we went to the Five o’ Clock Club where we were treated to Karaoke rock. The band seemed to be playing for themselves completely drowning out the singers. It was a strange mix.My other enchanted evening was when Mike and I went to the Flamingo Bar for happy hour and had fantastic hamburgers and wine. It was a very elegant place and some interesting people at the bar. There would be more evenings of debauchery if I had more cash but staying in America for five months is a feat financially in itself.

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I started my writing career composing lyrics for songs. Fortunately almost right away my co-writer and I were very successful. We began having releases in Europe and then all over the world culminating in a number one in America. Unfortunately shortly after this music publishers began taking over one another until there were limited places for a writer to pitch their songs. Also publishers began to go out of business as the singer songwriter era began. I started writing a book; it was very loosely about various experiences in my life. I knew from the start that I would be writing a controversial book, but undaunted, I persevered. Of course, I never thought about whether it would ever get published, I was just compelled to write it. On the day I finished “An unconventional life” I felt totally drained; empty of any desire to write again. I thought that I would never write another word. I had nothing to inspire me. For about four days I did nothing. Then one day I just sat down at the computer and before long words flowed out of me again. I somehow out of nowhere, found a completely imaginary story. Since then I haven’t stopped for more than a day. I am now on my fourth book.